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"Lalala" is a track by Redman, from the album Muddy Waters Too, released 24th December 2024. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: Redman] (Hey) Huh (Hey), ha (Ha, ha) Let's go [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, now everybody welcome me back like I'm Kotter It's '90s ugly, I'm in the mirror like Shabba America's most blunted, Cheech and Chong say I'm don dada A bounty hunter for the sour, I'ma Hit your hood, I'm in pocket, how I get around (Yeah) I'm on my toes like a midget in a urinal Whoever your connect, boy, better tell 'em (Yes, sir) I'm looking for the killer, I'm tryna catch a felon [Verse 2: Method Man & Redman] I'm looking for who's selling, Mary cooking my cerebellum I pen and tell 'em, my art is war, Machiavellian By day sevеn, see what you're smelling is me inhaling You see that sеven of seven seas, call me Magellan (Let's go, Meth) I'll call the reverend, MAC 11 and split your melon If that don't get him, a honeydew, in a split second America's most, put us both in the smoke section With no sticks and no seeds and no exceptions (Haha) [Chorus: Redman & Method Man] I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Now everybody say, da-da, da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Brick City, Staten Island (Hey), let's go (Hey) [Verse 3: Method Man] Ayy, blunt brothers, you got the herb, the blunt covered You came to beef with a butter knife, that don't cut it Just cold busted, wild style when I cold crush it The Gilla House got a gilla monster, I'm cold blooded You are ready, I run with Reggie, I don't puff it We like De Niro and Joe Pesci, but low budget Bunch of buzz killers, buzz buggers, they asking how he do it Ain't no Nike to it, I just does it [Verse 4: Redman] Ayo Meth, I got the granddaddy and I'm listening to Bob Marley I tear the roof off the porch like it's House Party (Let's go) I got the new edition, that green homie, it's a killer Ralph, Ricky, Mike, Bobby, Ronnie, and Johnny (Woo) Niggas say they got gas, but it's all gas They talking like a podcast, nigga, haul ass I never share and I don't pass the clip 'Cause that shit on his lip got some shit on his lip, nigga [Chorus: Redman & Method Man] I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Now everybody say, da-da, da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Brick City, Staten Island (Hey), let's go (Hey) [Verse 5: Redman] Ayo Meth, this weed I got, bruh I swear on my mama, I can see the future The hood say I got Kushtradamus (Yeah) I'm at court in marijuana pajamas The judge said, "You smoke bud?" I'm like, "Yeah, your honor" I got the plug, so my homie got it on the low 'Cause I'm lookin' at your O's, nigga, like, "What are those?" I got a party in L.A. If I run out of bud, I need more like Rudy Ray, nigga [Verse 6: Method Man] Pardon my French, I'm so international This is Doc and Meth, j'aime fumer, sacrebleu The skunk on me, mon ami, Pep Le Pew Call ya Mefyou if that's how I get me F with you This is Vexone, more energized, no rest for me No positive without negative, more or less, homie The best bud in the West on me, no stress on me Protect your neck 'cause me and brodie got next, homie [Chorus: Redman & Method Man] I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Now everybody say, da-da, da-da-da-da I'm like, yeah, you know I roll that (La-la-la-la) I'm like (Hey), this nigga got it, yo I'm like, yeah, and then we smoke that (La-la-la-la) Brick City, Staten Island
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